Thanksgiving Interlude

We had Thanksgiving dinner at Milo’s, a nice restaurant here in Champaign. Present were Jane’s mom, Helen; Jim and Judy, Jane’s brother and sister, and their spouses; Judy’s son Thomas; Jane’s great aunt Bertha, and Jane and I. The food was excellent. The restaurant was full, the tables turning over as on any other day. I never thought of people going out for Thanksgiving until quite recently. It was quite nice, and no dishes to wash.

Observation on commercial tv—you see the same commercials again and again, Jane noted, even during a single movie. Presumably, this is because it would be too expensive to do new ones all the time. But what does that mean? To hypnotize us? Perhaps we don’t even notice them consciously—but would we listen to the same joke or story again and again in real life? Do the advertisers know something about subliminal messaging? Is it just the price we pay or free tv?

On Friday we had lunch in the Tea Room in Paxton with Jane's friend Kathy. She has become an excellent photographer and is now producing beautiful framed prints and notecards of flowers and scenes of nature. It made me want to get back to photography. Perhaps in Green Valley.